I blame magic and the Forces of the Universe!

Pain. My body was full of pain. I guess that's what I get when you're buried under rubble. I opened my eyes, and even that took massive effort. "He's awake!" Someone shouted. From what I could see, the room I was in was white, and filled with more beds.

"Why do I always manage to hurt myself?" I asked. I groaned and tried to sit up. Before I could, a girl with pink hair and pale skin pushed me back down.

"Please don't try to get up." She said in a soft but firm voice. Nodding, I just sat there. And sat there. And sat there. This continued for a few hours.

"Let me see." I said, rummaging through my hoodie pocket again. "Aha! It's not broken, thank god!" I turned my iPod on and started to play Flappy Bird. A few hours later, I was ready to burn that damn phone in hell. "Alright, spawn of satan." I muttered to the bird. Just get through this... One... Last... Pipe!" I screamed the last word. "Motherfucker! Damn bird! Why? Just get past fucking pipe five! Yous pawn of satan, I bet you're holding some sort of dark magic! Show me your secrets! Show them!"

I didn't realize that the girl from before had come up until she touched my shoulder. "Um... Please calm down... If that's OK with you, of course."

"OK... Deep breaths... Not playing that for a while." Before I could do anything else, a guard came up, and grabbed my arm, pulling me put of the bed.

"Hey! Not this shit again." I sighed, following the guard, who still had his grip of iron around my iron. He took me through several hallways, all of them white and spotless. We stopped at a door with chicken scratch on it.

"In here." The guard opened the door and shoved me inside.

"Well thanks." I muttered, rubbing my arm, before turning around. It was the same guy in the blue crystal armor who had put me in cuffs, and probably saw my head sticking out of the rubble.

"Sit down." The man said, pointing at a chair in front of his desk. "Now, you're wondering why you're here. You are one of the only ones who survived the courtroom mess, and, subsequently, the invasion of Canterlot and several other cities. One other survived. Twilight, and she's still in shock at what happened. Now, what happened that day?"

The man was angry. He had slammed his hands on the desk, and was glaring at me. "Well... I got up like any other day after getting hammered, played some video games while tired, then a cop said I was getting arrested for stealing money. Which I didn't do. We went to the train, we went to... Canterlot... We reached the courtroom, waited for my case, then these... Things... Burst in through the window. They set me free, after splitting up, and I punched one in the face after he set me free using my brass knuckles. I lived in the part of my neighborhood that had violence and stuff."

"Anyway, I took his gun, and ran behind a table where a bunch of other people were. We were shooting them, someone gave me a rifle, then a grenade came over, and I was sent flying into a wall, I presume. And why did that grenade have so much power?" I asked.

"Magic charged." The man said. "Damn. Thanks. For, you know, helping Twily. She's the one with purple hair. And the princesses have been killed... This is bad. That leaves me and Cadence in charge, and she's at the Crystal Empire." A knock at the door interrupted him.

"Get your hands off me!" A voice said. A women walked in. She had dark brown hair, and tannish skin, with green eyes. Another thing i noticed that was odd was that she had wings. Honest to god wings.

"Question! Who here has wings?" I asked.

"Pegasi and Griffins. Dragons too. Pegasi can make theirs appear at will." I nodded.

"That explains it."

"Take a seat. Both of you." The man pointed at the seat in front of his desk. I gestured for the woman to take it. I was perfectly comfortable standing. That, and the way she glared at me.

"I have gathered you two here today for a reason." The man started. "That reason is that you will become the elite of the elite. You, will become the B-Team. Why? You both survived when you shouldn't have. The enemy misses you. Which is the best way to stay alive, and move up through the ranks."

"I ain't no Major Cain. He was the best at being missed. Except by nukes. Continue."

"Anyway, you two will infiltrate occupied cities, and teach the locals guerrilla tactic, to help from the inside. There are already several confirmed rebellions, and more that aren't. Your job is to go in, help them establish a good foothold, then move to the next city. Simple as that. I chose you two, specifically because you-" He pointed at me, "Should know what guerrilla tactics, judging from your appearence." I shrugged. "And you-" he pointed at the griffin, "Because you are a fighter. You know how to fight, and you'll need to pass your skill on. The first city is the capital of the Griffin kingdom. Dismissed." I left the room and waited outside for the griffin to come out.

"Hey." I said, following her. "My name is-" an especially loud explosion went off somewhere in the underground base. "What's yours?"

"Gilda! Do you know where the armory is?" She asked frantically. Nodding, I pointed at the hallway where allt he soldiers were coming out of, holding rifles.

"Lets go!" I took off after Gilda. We ran through the stream of soldiers, and we eventually reached the armroy. I didn't miss a beat. I took a black vest and put it on, took a rifle with four extra magazines, and a pistol with two, and three grenades, frag, before running out, Gilda on my heels. I could hear the gunshots coming from up ahead, and before we reached them, I stopped, looking for something.

"In there!" I pointed at a vent. "Fly up and lift me up! We can flank the enemy!" Gilda looked at me, before doing as I said.

"Thanks. Now, from what I can tell, we need to take a right, take a left... Then we're..." I kicked a vent out, and dropped down, surrounded by things.

"Get him. Take his weapons." One of them said.

"Tsk tsk." I pulled out a grenade, my hand on the pin. "One more step and I'll blow you all up with me." A noice from above drew everyones attention, except mine. Thanks Gilda. I though, before putting the grenade away, pulling out my pistol and shooting two of the things, before diving behind a corner, Gilda finally flying down to join me.

"What do we do?" She asked, shooting at the things more for suppression than anything.

"Get low!" I took out a grenade, and pulled the pin before sending it rolling towards the things.

A big boom, and several body parts flying towards the wall next to us let me know it hit. Looking at Gilda, I pulled out my rifle and nodded. One thing stood up, one of its arms bleeding, holding the other up in a sign of surrender. Before we could do anything else, a burst of gunfire and three bullets hit the things head. "What was that for! It was surrendering!" I shouted at the person who had shot it. He was standing in the middle of the hallway.

"It doesn't deserve to live." He said. I sighed.

"That's where you're wrong. Everything does. Remember that." I nodded to Gilda, and we went back into the vents, towards the sound of another firefight.